To one of my readers:
Things I remember from December 1 —
You, beautiful, as it rained outside.
All the friends and family who were there.
I was late because I’d been cooking.
After the vows and the party at the preschool in the hills,
we went to a bar with some friends
where the owner feted us with Cook’s champagne.
Or should I say “champagne”?
Then we went home together.
Congrats on 23 years!
Thanks so much. We celebrated by both working late. I think I got home just before midnight and had half a leftover sandwich. I think we’ll try to do something more formal later this week.
That was the most touching thing I’ve read in a long time. Congratulations to you both.